I, Su Xiaoxiao, Refuse to Follow a Bad Ending

The rain over West Lake fell so heavily it seemed to mildew the heart. I, Su Wan, a former art student and now a bankrupt heiress, stood on Xiling Bridge, sharing a silent, dignified farewell with my childhood sweetheart. It was so dignified that even the chill of raindrops tracing my cheeks felt carefully calculated. Then my foot slipped, and I tumbled into the lake in the least graceful way possible. When I woke, there was a System in my head. It said my name was Su Xiaoxiao, and I was destined to die at nineteen. I smiled at the peerless beauty in the bronze mirror. “A death script?” I wiped away the blood I coughed up. “Sorry, but I’m the only one who gets to rewrite my life.”